Aria stood amidst a breathtaking landscape, surrounded by vibrant flowers and air so crisp it felt alive. A serene meadow stretched out before her, bathed in golden light. Everything was perfect—too perfect. She glanced down at herself, stunned to see her body whole and unscarred. Her hands, once bloodied and battered, were now flawless. Her flowing gown shimmered with an ethereal glow, and the soft hum of the wind carried a melody she didn't recognize but felt soothing to her soul.
Where am I? she thought, spinning in place to take in the beauty around her. A peace unlike anything she had ever known enveloped her, yet something felt incomplete.
